Anon the Lich 2 part 4

    >You are Anonymous the Lich
    >Before you stand six fool adventurers, who think to end your reign of darkness.
    >You've controlled this planet and everything on it for Six Thousand years.
    >You're not about to let some children with the hope of mortals stand in your way.
    >But first, to dash their hopes.
    "Come, you brutes. Use your secret weapon. I promise I won't scoff."
    >You even provide them an illusionary target over your chest.
    "You may fire when ready, just be quick, I have things to do today."
    >You ‘close’ your eyes and lean back.
    >You only bother returning your attention to them when you feel the heat of a blinding light, and look on in horror as the six, utilizing some medallions.
    >They float into the air, and with a scream of rage, you’re struck with a blast so powerful, you feel your very existence shredding.
    >They won’t even need to hunt down your Phylactery, because of this. The feedback was so powerful, you were obliterated no matter your precautions.
    >It comes as a great surprise when your first thoughts after the blast are ‘This place is too nice to be the afterlife.’
    >You rise, and look around.
    >First thing you notice is the massive surge of color.
    >You can literally feel your skull burning from the intensity.
    >Shit, make this stuff darker. Too much bright!
    >Fuck what you said before, this is absolute hell.
>You look around, the green fires in your eyes scanning the deep forest you're in.
>All seems to be bright as all get-out, and you're mostly alo-
>Growling? From behind you it seems.
>You turn to look, and spy a pack of wooden wolves stalking forwards, fangs bared.
"As if you beasts would dare."
>You rise and begin to walk away, but feel a force slam in to your back.
>You fall to the ground with a thud, feeling powerful jaws around your spine.
>Bitch, you are beyond fucking dead.
>Negative energy surges through your body, and seeps into the wooden wolf. It yelps, and flails as you rise, its body flooded with pain as its body begins to rot away.
"I am in no mood for your attacks, wolf."
>With a snap, the beast turns to nothing more than ash. Turning, you point at the other four, who are circling.
>The shadows leap from the trees and drag them down into the darkness, their yelps music to your ears.
>That felt good. You should do that more often.
>You look out through the forest.
>So verdant, so full of life
>You're practically blind here, your normal sense of life overwhelmed, making this place just a solid wall. You can hardly tell up from down, all you know is that you're currently standing.
>Flying up through the canopy would be bad, you're not interested in getting attention.
>You have no idea where you are, and what your surroundings are.
>While you undoubtedly are the single most powerful entity to ever exist, you were just banished to some plane perfectly suited to annoy you to no end.
>The only way you were going to find your way out, was by dimming down your senses.
>So long spent in a monolith staffed with Vampires and Mummies had required a great deal of sensitivity to simply see them, their unlife so faint.
>Focusing, you let the raging fires in your eyes dim, until they are but embers. There was a great deal of annoyance at having to take the time to do so, as it also lessened your other senses.
>But not your ability to see all of this color.
>Nerull claim me now, the color.
>You can see now, no longer blinded by life and colors, mostly the former than the latter.
>You expand your consciousness, scrying for some direction.
>It's not hard before you see life far off in the distance, thought as you predict, all of this DAMN COLOR keeps your farsight limited.
>Time to hike, much as you just want to teleport there.
>An hour soon passes, your robes torn to shreds.
>The foliage of this forest would be the first to feel your wrath.
>Once your position is secure, you will burn it all to the ground in retribution.
>Thankfully, you're reaching the edge of this forest, and soon you'd see what feeble creatures existed in this realm.
>Branches break and snap as you carelessly crash through the forest, content that no mere beast could possibly do harm to you.
>You exit through the forest into the setting twilight, the evening giving way to night.
>Before you lies a township in the midst of celebrations.
>It would be prudent to track down some form of information or documents on where you are, but that can wait.
>You step into the growing darkness, the gentle embrace of the shadows cloaking you, and the world reveals its true self to you.
>You're somewhat surprised when the only change is that the colors become muted, somewhat, from the filter of the darkness.
>You had expected to see the stains of the living's darker emotions, but at most there is a sheen of past sorrows, nothing more.
>The sheer uniqueness of this is enough to stagger you and tempt your thirst, but what life could possibly have such a peaceful existence?
>And so ripe for conquest...
>The world moves in a blurr as you stalk through the shadowy shades of the township.
>This world is unlike anything you've ever seen before.
>And that's saying something, you've explored the entire multiverse.
>You've lived for ten thousand years.
>And you've never seen a world like this, not once.
>How in Mellifliurs bones did you miss this?
>Your schollarly side takes over, and no longer does the thirst for dominion burn as bright. Instead, you feel the need...
>To study.
>The majority of those in this town gather in the central town hall, you can feel their souls within its confines, but something feels off.
>You can't quite make out what these beings are, you've not seen one yet.
>Deciding to watch from a vantage, you re-materialize within the upper reaches of a poorly lit rafter.
>Gazing down upon the feeble mortals, you spy ponies.
>Ponies.
>Please repeat that one more time.
>Error: Data insufficient
>Committing all power to computer banks
>Processing
"These are a bunch of horses."
>Well, no fucking duh. That was obvious.
"Ponies. Small horses."
>Why are you mumbling to yourself?
>Oh fuck all, you've been sent to hell, a special hell. You can tell. This was made specifically to torment you.
>It gets worse.
>Some have tiny wings and are flying.
>Some have horns, and as expected, they're Pony Unicorns.
>You can feel their energy, and are quite thankful you're capable of hiding your power level.
>... Never told a soul about that collection of rare gems.
>"Fillies and Gentle colts!"
>Nerull take me now, they spoke, and they even perverted common words to accommodate themselves.
>You can't listen to this shit, only catching the keywords. Up until you hear-
"introduce our Ruler, the very pony that gives us the sun and the moon,"
>Hot Diggity Demon Testicles, they even have a fucking Pony overlord who changes the seasons.
>You lean over as the titles spout off, watching for this 'Esteemed leader'.
>Birds sing.
>Gotta kill that fucking noise later.
>The curtains open.
>Nuttin.
>It takes every ounce of your willpower to keep from busting a proverbial gut at this flop of a presentation. Their own mage-lord couldn't even show up?! How...
>Wait.
>There's something here. You can feel it, another, vastly more powerful presence than anything else.
>Its pure, raw energy rivals your own.
>As if on cue, a purplish miasma rises from the uppermost balcony, glittering with a sheen of silvery blue.
>And then, you see her.
>Utter silence in the throngs below, too stunned are they for words, but one you can make out.
>"Nightmare moon.."
>"Oh my beloved subjects. It's been so long sense I've seen your precious, little, sun-loving faces."
>Some ragamuffin immediately goes on the offensive.
>"What did you do with our princess!"
>Comically, her tail is snagged as she makes to dart towards this 'Nightmare Moon'.
>Fitting. She looks a lot like a true Nightmare.
>This... Alicorn, you believe, laughs.
>You like her already.
>"Why, am I not royal enough for you? Don't you know who I am?"
>Been there, know that feel.
>An annoying pink pony, ignorent of the weight of the situation, considers this a game.
>Oh, you would so love to wring the life from her neck...
>"Does my crown no longer count, now that I've been imprisoned for a thousand years?"
>I know that feel, sister
>"Did you not recall the legend? Did you not see the signs?"
>This girl is all-right in your books.
>"I did!"
>It's the same one who, you would like to believe, mumbled this amazing Alicorn's name.
>It's purple.
>The second most intelligent animal in the room.
>It's a purple pony.
>A purple pony unicorn.
>As close to a peer as you will readily find, is a purple pony unicorn with a small dragon on her back.
>Whatever those Adventurers did, you're going to consume their souls for this when you get back.
>"And I know who you are. You're the Mare in the Moon, Nightmare Moon!"
"That's... Redundant."
>It's really hard to even take these things seriously, as AGONIZINGLY COLORFUL as they are, they also can't come up with more inventive titles.
>You can think of atleast five more fitting off the top of your skull.
>Oh yeah, they all gasp at such an insidiously redundant name. You would too if it wasn't so damn boring.
>You ignore their banter, it's not going to aid your temper any. This 'Nightmare Moon' is, for obvious reasons, the only other worthwhile character present.
"From this moment forth, the Night, will last, Forever!"
>Part of you wishes you still had your soul, because you're sure you would have fallen in love right here and now.
>You're too preoccupied right now to care about the chaos below, as the... ponies, panic.
>You would too if you were a weak, idiot, and HURTFULLY BRIGHT miniature horse.
>Well, looks like they're fucked.
>Now, just to enslave this 'Nightmare Moon', and begin your new reign as Lich Lord of...
>Where the fuck were you?
>Oh, yes. Have to track down a depository of knowledge.
>Follow the purple pone?
>Follow the purple pone.
>You retreat to the shadows again, sinking into the realm between reality, and slide effortlessly through.
>You're unnoticeable in the scramble, but for those keen enough, you're nothing more than a dark spot in their vision.
>Good news that, you don't feel like revealing your presence just yet.
>Would require you to use brute, magical force.
>While useful and easy, you still haven't a full grasp of what to expect from these feeble mortal beasts.
>You don't want to be caught unprepared, you did not build your massive empire on recklessness and acting like a fool brute.
>You stalk the... Ponies, it seems, as five others now take after this other one. They barge into a hollowed out tree, and you stalk in after them.
>This shit is more entertaining than the Spanish Inquisition.
>Drat. Seems that there's too much 'Peaceful Resolution' in this world.
>You were expecting the cyan and rainbow-haired pegasi to lay into that unicorn.
>No such luck.
>You're stuck watching them cooperate like ants, like mites.
>Go ahead, run along, children.
>Go on your futile quest, you hardly stand a chance against this being.
>While you were away...
>You lean over and make the motions of blowing out the candle, actually snuffing it with a tendril of shadows.
"Time to catch up on my reading."
>There's a low chuckle, as your green embers are the only source of light, until arcane runes begin to dance around the library.
>Eldrish lettering flies from the bookshelves, present its self in a language you can understand.
>Not as enjoyable, perhapse, but more efficient.
>History books and legends flash before your eyes.
>Your research takes but a fraction of the time it would normally take, but you don't have time for deep study. You need a crash-course.
>There is a flash of emerald light as a green flame swallows you whole, the letters fading from the library as you return to the shadow realm.
>You know enough of this world to pass, for now. Equestria, they called it.
>Anonymous, Land of the Dead, seemed like a much more suiting title. Best to name something after such a worthy individual, after all.
>Slipping into the shadow-realm of 'Equestria (Name Pending), you stalk after these 'Hero's' intent to see their hopes crushed.
>You need a good pick-me-up after that humiliating defeat.